Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 596 A Disgusting Monster

Gradually, the shadows lifted inside the hall while all attendees remained rooted in place, their stares locked firmly on one solitary form.

Disbelief gripped every soul present; how could a man presumed dead for more than three years now stand alive before them?

'No, no way—this must be some cruel prank, a terrible nightmare! Am I still trapped in sleep from that twisted dream last night?'

Oracle longed to strike his own cheek, yet sheer terror locked his limbs, rendering even the tiniest motion impossible.

"…" Vritra's eyes scanned the whole chamber, taking in the stunned expressions etched across every face.

From Sir Giant and Oracle to Kryn and the Twilight members alike.

The guests' whispers died abruptly, though the melody still echoed softly in the air, heightening the eerie atmosphere.

"It's a pleasure to see you all again; I trust I haven't faded from your memories." Vritra at last broke the silence, his subtle grin on that striking visage stirring unease in all who beheld it.

"But first…" His gaze roamed the room, as if hunting for a particular face.

A woman absent since his entrance at this ceremony, whom he soon spotted tucked away in the shadows.

It was none other than that vile Sakshi, Tiny's mother, a foul-mouthed wretch.

Rich had ensured she wouldn't ruin the event, so she'd been ushered out early.

A small dust orb materialized abruptly before him, and before Sakshi could grasp the situation, it slammed into her features.

BANG

Her nose crumpled on impact, hurling her rearward as she puzzled over becoming the initial target.

"Regardless," Vritra pivoted casually, as though the incident never occurred, and fixed his eyes directly on Sir Giant.

"Shall we address some old scores?" As Vritra uttered the words, Sir Giant trembled violently. His whole kin was present, and his strength had waned far since the conflict years back.

Recalling the terror of that fiend, he realized that if this truly was Vritra, the entire assembly would perish alongside him.

"V- V- Vritra?!!" Jack gaped in utter astonishment, a profound dread surging within his chest.

"This can't be happening—Vritra perished long ago. Who are you, and why mimic his likeness?" Oracle shook off his daze at last, easing into composure.

"Really now?" Vritra's attention snapped toward him abruptly, his form vanishing only to reappear inches from Oracle.

"Is acceptance truly so difficult?" As he questioned, Vritra gave Oracle's shoulder a gentle tap, though a subtle strand of power slipped into the man's frame.

Sir Giant scrutinized him intently; despite the years gone by, not a single instant from that battle had escaped his memory.

And detecting that aura, it unmistakably belonged to Vritra.

"H- How have you returned? Weren't you slain ages ago?" Despite the terror churning inside, Sir Giant couldn't hold back the query.

Aware they held no hope against this nightmarish being, he understood survival odds were nonexistent.

Yet he yearned only to usher his family to safety.

Glancing at Rich, Tiny, Shen, and ultimately Teresa, he resolved to evacuate them all, no matter the price.

'Where has Art vanished to? I must shield him as well.' The thought crossed his mind; regardless of their rift, Art remained his grandson-in-law.

How could he permit the young man's demise in such a spot?

"For that, I owe thanks to my loyal ally, Oracle. Though he staged an elaborate facade for your benefit, he's been aligned with me from the start."

Vritra declared, drawing every eye toward the stunned Oracle.

No one in the throng dared utter a word or stir; uncertainty loomed over their very survival.

Well-versed in the devastation wrought upon the land years prior, despair already consumed them.

The officiant atop the platform lamented his fortune; he never should have attended under any circumstances.

Initially, he'd declined the invitation, but the lavish compensation had swayed him in the end.

His avarice had led him to ruin; as a holy man, he now rued ignoring vows against material temptations.

"What nonsense are you sp- spouting? When have I ever aided you?" Oracle bellowed without delay, desperately seeking an exit from the chaos.

"Haha, such a skilled performer, eh? No point in the charade anymore—why not reveal your authentic nature to them all?" Vritra remarked, darting back to fold his arms across his chest.

'What's the implication here?' Sir Giant and the rest eyed Oracle suspiciously, still reeling from the resurrection of the deceased.

"Cease! Don't you—" But mid-sentence, Oracle sensed a wrenching turmoil erupting within him.

Black blood surged from his lips in violent bursts, agony lancing through as his bones fractured one by one, skin tearing apart.

Beneath the horrified stares of all, Oracle's form began warping, morphing into a hellish shape while shadowy essence leaked from his pores.

A shrill, deafening wail erupted, forcing onlookers to clamp hands over ears and retreat in panic.

"H- How is this possible? Oracle, a demon from the shadows all this time?!!"

The crowd endured a second jolt that evening; their guardian revealed as the foe—how could such betrayal stand?

What doom now befell them with their defender unmasked as infernal?

Even those from Golden Moon, the remaining five seats, and beyond recoiled in horror, scrambling from the grotesque beast.

Upon reaching a towering stature beyond ten feet, Oracle's change concluded.

Crimson sinews bulged fiercely, veins rupturing endlessly; the shift had been imposed upon him against his will.

Naturally, it stemmed from the substance Vritra had forced upon him beforehand.

"Excellent—no more hiding in fear. Unleash your fury, Demon Oracle." Vritra laughed lightly, observing Oracle's unending cries of torment.

An overwhelming craving gnawed at him, as if starvation clawed his innards with swarms of vermin.

At this instant, Oracle's physique overflowed with raw might, squeezing out every ounce of strength and hidden reserves.

Once the alteration ceased, it would all dissipate.

His eyes darted wildly, soon fixing on a nearby figure.

With a ground-shaking stomp, he lunged forward, seizing the target before any defense formed and sinking teeth deep.

Amid the horrified shrieks, ripping meat and snapping bones echoed; the victim was none other than Kryn.

Certainly, having recently seized a mortal vessel, his outer shell teetered on the brink of shattering, ready for emergence.

Yet Vritra sought not mere physical agony, but psychological ruin as well.

To shatter his prestige and recast him as a flesh-devouring abomination.

Unseen amid the gloom, a shadow flickered as Hellmancer swiftly pulled Kryn from harm, sealing the unfortunate soul's fate.

Rather than swift death, Hellmancer inflicted unrelenting cruelty.

After all, he too had played a role in the strife of yesteryears.

Prolonged suffering would culminate in utter consumption.

Elsewhere, the assembly gawked in shock as Oracle devolved into a devourer of men, all scattering in terror.

The deepest anguish, without doubt, plagued Oracle himself—not just the searing bodily torment.

But the revulsion and shattering psyche, as those who once honored and dreaded him now regarded him with loathing.

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